Hogwarts wizarding world tour

"Huh? Planes are quite safe." Sirius replied subconsciously, "Well, I heard that the accident rate of planes is quite low."

Ian looked at him and the windshield in confusion, "Here, didn't you just say that many birds hit the windshield of airplanes every year?"

Sirius quickly explained, "That was before, but now there are very few of them. Basically, you can't encounter them."

Ian nodded, "That's still possible."

Sirius said he couldn't argue.

"So, why don't they take the train?" Ian wondered, "Doesn't the train arrive in just two days?"

"Don't mention the train!" Sirius and Harry both shouted, startling Ian.

Ian looked confused, "Huh? Why can't you mention the train?"

Sirius looked at his friend with a dark look on his face, seriously doubting whether the other party knew something, so he mentioned the train.

What could be worse than a trip home with your godson?It turned into a farce because of a train. If it weren't for someone from the Ministry of Magic in the embassy of the corrupt country, I might have been escorted back to the country.

It doesn't matter if it's Sirius himself, but he can't let Harry be criticized together with him. Now that the train is mentioned again, Sirius feels that the guy next to him seems to have transformed into the guy who questioned him in the inquiry room before. Ask yourself which train you took to come to Neon and on what day you took it.

Sirius felt that if he hadn't stayed in Azkaban, he might have tricked him into something.

Speaking of which, although Muggles are not as rich in means as they are, they have unimaginable talents in interrogation.

Sirius rubbed his temples. Not to mention Ian, even he was very sleepy after being interrogated all night.

Although torture is not advocated now, psychological warfare is also part of the interrogation.

Yawning, Sirius waved his hands indifferently, "Forget it, those Muggles are really speechless. It obviously only takes two days to arrive, but they insist on saying that it will take several months to arrive. Sit down." The plane is not that slow, and if it is not too far away, we can't apparate and come and go freely."

Ian showed a disdainful expression, "Just brag, your magic power may only be able to teleport you to the Sahara!"

Sirius' eyes widened, "What? Sahara? What we are going to is Neon! They are not in the same line at all, okay?"

Ian chuckled, "Why do you say we're not on the same line? Maybe you just turned a corner and teleported in."

"Listen, Ian, I don't want to argue with you about this right now." Sirius held his head and groaned, "My brain is about to explode right now, can you please calm me down for a while."

Ian shook his head, reached out and took out a bottle of soda from the storage box, "Drink and see."

Harry glanced at it and shuddered momentarily.

I saw that the can was white, with two big words written on it - Scream.

He opened his mouth and was just about to remind Sirius that he couldn't drink this stuff, but Sirius raised his head unpreparedly and took a sip.

Then, he spat it out.

"What the hell is this! It's like shit... Sorry, this stuff tastes so bad!" Sirius screamed, "Harry, you must not drink this stuff! It's definitely poisonous!"

"Huh? Planes are quite safe." Sirius replied subconsciously, "Well, I heard that the accident rate of planes is quite low."

Ian looked at him and the windshield in confusion, "Here, didn't you just say that many birds hit the windshield of airplanes every year?"

Sirius quickly explained, "That was before, but now there are very few of them. Basically, you can't encounter them."

Ian nodded, "That's still possible."

Sirius said he couldn't argue.

"So, why don't they take the train?" Ian wondered, "Doesn't the train arrive in just two days?"

"Don't mention the train!" Sirius and Harry both shouted, startling Ian.

Ian looked confused, "Huh? Why can't you mention the train?"

Sirius looked at his friend with a dark look on his face, seriously doubting whether the other party knew something, so he mentioned the train.

What could be worse than a trip home with your godson?It turned into a farce because of a train. If it weren't for someone from the Ministry of Magic in the embassy of the corrupt country, I might have been escorted back to the country.

It doesn't matter if it's Sirius himself, but he can't let Harry be criticized together with him. Now that the train is mentioned again, Sirius feels that the guy next to him seems to have transformed into the guy who questioned him in the inquiry room before. Ask yourself which train you took to come to Neon and on what day you took it.

Sirius felt that if he hadn't stayed in Azkaban, he might have tricked him into something.

Speaking of which, although Muggles are not as rich in means as they are, they have unimaginable talents in interrogation.

Sirius rubbed his temples. Not to mention Ian, even he was very sleepy after being interrogated all night.

Although torture is not advocated now, psychological warfare is also part of the interrogation.

Yawning, Sirius waved his hands indifferently, "Forget it, those Muggles are really speechless. It obviously only takes two days to arrive, but they insist on saying that it will take several months to arrive. Sit down." The plane is not that slow, and if it is not too far away, we can't apparate and come and go freely."

Ian showed a disdainful expression, "Just brag, your magic power may only be able to teleport you to the Sahara!"

Sirius' eyes widened, "What? Sahara? What we are going to is Neon! They are not in the same line at all, okay?"

Ian chuckled, "Why do you say we're not on the same line? Maybe you just turned a corner and teleported in."

"Listen, Ian, I don't want to argue with you about this right now." Sirius held his head and groaned, "My brain is about to explode right now, can you please calm me down for a while."

Ian shook his head, reached out and took out a bottle of soda from the storage box, "Drink and see."

Harry glanced at it and shuddered momentarily.

I saw that the can was white, with two big words written on it - Scream.

He opened his mouth and was just about to remind Sirius that he couldn't drink this stuff, but Sirius raised his head unpreparedly and took a sip.

Then, he spat it out.

"What the hell is this! It's like shit... Sorry, this stuff tastes so bad!" Sirius screamed, "Harry, you must not drink this stuff! It's definitely poisonous!"

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